She sat with her head thrown back, watching through half-closed eyes the dancer jazzing herself, pressing the head of her breast worshipper onto her s...wollen nipple. He busily used a free hand to stimulate his partner under her skirt. I was fascinated to see a man and woman openly exposing their crotches, he by slipping his pants down over his hips and lifting his shirt like I do when I can't masturbate naked and blatantly jacking on his long and rather impressive tool, she by doing the same. "Let me know if I'm doing something wrong." He nodded and closed his eyes and lifted his face to the ceiling as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I began slowly sliding my hand the length of his magnificent cock. It felt hard and rigid, but his skin was soft and warm. He let out a long sigh into a grunt as I started speeding up to match the speed he was going when he was stroking himself. He lowered his eyes from the ceiling to my eyes. "Just a little tighter," I tightened my grip a little.. He probably won't, but then again he may. You know how he's fascinated by our lingerie and clothing. If he agrees, we tell him that before he can play at being the mommy he has to first dress up like a little girl, since little girls are the only ones who can play the part. We'll brush out his hair into a ponytail and tie it with a ribbon. We'll make him wear flowered panties and put him into at least two petticoats and a party dress. We'll make him wear anklets and black patent leather Mary. He wasn't in the least bit perturbed by the sight of a gun pointed at his face, and Lily felt herself flinch as he took a couple of steps closer, almost within reach."So what's with the fucking monologue?" Ben countered. "You wanna shoot me, baby? What are you waiting for?" He stepped forward again and wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling until the barrel of the gun was pressed right into the flesh of his jaw. Lily yelped in shock, the yelp turning into a whine as he grabbed her hair.